I cry myself to sleep one more night looking at you from a distance close enough to torment far enough to yearn wondering, is anything salvageable from the ashes of the good years we burnt in the name of love can I rest my chin on your shoulders inhaling your essence as we embrace wishing each other well more importantly is it worth it? after all the hell you gave me the violence mental and physical making me question my sanity the timing of your departure the dirt you gathered to throw at me later is it worth it? why is fury not the outcome Of my gaze fixing on you the past was torn into times good and bad I chose to keep the good you kept the other part why?